Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2020 23:28:23 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Skyler

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New story, new month. Appreciate all my readers xx
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Ryan

SKYLER

"Dylan, I'm telling you for the last time ...stop calling me or I swear to
God I'm gonna get a damn restraining order against you! We're through, were
done! Get that in your damn head!"

I smashed my mobile phone down on the passenger seat as I started to speed
up. On second thoughts it was probably better inside my jacket
pocket. Urgh.

It was nearly dark and I still had an awful long way to go to get to my
bestie's home. Kayla had been nice enough to invite me over for the weekend
and I had gladly accepted.

Lord knows I had to get away from the luxury of the city as well as Dylan,
and just...enjoy and relax away in the country, even it only was for a
weekend.

I finished work as quickly as I could earlier in the afternoon and with an
already packed suitcase inside my car, I sped off into the direction of
where Kayla and her young son Sebastian lived, or rather Seb, for short.

I haven't seen Kayla aka Spidy, in nearly three years and I had no idea
what to expect from visiting them in their farm. Well, of course it's going
to be a farm with lots of animals and life stock but...well you get what I
mean. Especially if you had lived in the city your whole life.

It was about three years ago, that myself and my life long bestie, the one
and only crazy ass bitch Kayla West, said goodbye to each other on the bus
station, as she and then, nine year old Seb departed for a new life on the
farm, as she had finally gotten the long awaited divorce from Robert, her
ex husband.

What those two poor humans had been though suffering under that man...he
had beaten her several times during their marriage, and he didn't stop
there, he had beaten Seb as well on numerous occasions.

So much so, that the poor boy had a black eye the one morning that Kayla
had managed to escape her maniac of a husband and knock on my apartment
door in the middle of the night, bloodied and bashed...unfortunately I
wasn't much of a fighter or even that strong when measured against Robert
...because if I was...Robert wouldn't had known what had hit him.

Literally.

**

I glanced at my watch as the last of the afternoon sunshine disappeared
from the open skies. Damn. I knew that having a quick lunch at the local
Wimpy was going to throw me off schedule. I hated driving in the early
evening hours, and especially at night.

With me being a diabetic, my blood sugar was severely low at that point
this afternoon and I had no option but to pull in to the Wimpy as soon as I
saw it.  I couldn't risk being on the open road and especially in the
middle of no where without some nourishment. Not if I valued my life, which
of course I did.

Suppose I should introduce myself...my name is Ryan White.

I'm twenty nine years of age and I suppose, reasonably good looking. All my
previous boyfriends never had a problem with my...sexual prowess lol.

Of course, I always dated men younger than me...man, I couldn't help
it. There was just something about a young stud that rocked my world, and
of course my dick.

The youngest ever male I had been with, I suppose, was a fourteen year old.

Fucking hell. Sounds so bad!

Of course he was one of the students at the school where I taught. It
happened and started quite innocently after all.

Every teacher who taught at the school also had to be compliant to help, in
some form, with the after school activities. I taught advanced swimming
lessons to the new eighth grade students as per my humble contribution.

The moment I had seen young Benjy Adams in his speedo's, I knew I had to
get my hands on him.

There was a little doubt in my mind that he would even go for an older guy
like me, even if he was gay, and with a teacher, at that!

But right from the start, of course with me being in my own speedo as well,
I had this...intense vibe from young Benjy that more than gave me just a
little hope that he was quite shy and yet, still interested.

Benjy could swim, like all of the eighth graders, but it was my job to get
them on a professional sort of level, so to compete versus the rival
schools in national and local tournaments.

The moment that Benjy had perfected that familiar somersault motion
swimmers did when they changed directions in races, I jumped in after him,
and I hugged him to me.

He especially, had so much trouble before in trying to perfect that
particular motion that when he had finally succeeded, it felt like we had
conquered the world.

I jumped in and hugged him in a bromantic teacher/student embrace, oh my
god...his childlike laugh was something to be savoured. I had never seen a
kid so happy, perfecting that curl was the one thing that he really, really
worked hard at, and the sheer reality of actually doing it...he held me as
tightly as I did him.

There was a moment when he looked up at me, I was smiling as wide as could
be. I was so happy for him. His smile softened. His eyes closed. It was
just us inside that huge Olympic sized swimming pool. The water splashing
all round us. The gently tinkle of the waves on the surface.

He placed his head against my chest.

He still held onto my midriff as he did so. In that moment I was too scared
to make a fucking move.

Yeah of course, over the weeks I had known him, I had wished and hoped for
a moment like this to arrive and now that it had...it was like I didn't
know what to do.

Fast forward about a month after that and it was time for the end of term
school dance.

It was compulsory for all students to attend as the party was deemed free
of charge. It had a real Back to the Future theme, which I found ironic
since most of these kids wouldn't even know what that classic movie was
about, if you paid them.

Anyway, since it was a must for all students to attend, I had half my eye
in the happenings inside the school gymnasium where the dance was being
held, and another eye on where my boy Benjy was. I didn't see him for jack
shit. He had to be here...somewhere?

As the dance ended eventually, and I still hadn't seen him, I had a sad
warmth in my heart. If he really didn't turn up I was going to had to
discipline him, as I was in charge of the eighth grade class.

I sighed...I knew he was shy and that he was frequently bullied by the
other kids but I still hoped...oh well.

As everything was packed up and the gymnasium was as clean as we had found
it, I took long strides to my car. I was kinda desperate to get home,
believe me, I was so tired, I could quite literally smother my own bed.

As I got to my car...oh boy...there he was.

"Benjy? Mate! What's this? What's going on?"

He was wearing a simple t-shirt and some black jeans. His hair was all over
the place. It seemed like he had been...attacked? Bullied? He had raw eggs
thrown all over him...

I knelt in front of him. His eyes were red and blood shot. It looked like
he had difficulty breathing for some reason. He coughed a few times and he
shook his head.

"Did someone do this to you? Tell me!" I pleaded but he refused to answer
me.

Thankfully, I had the phone numbers of all my student's parents and I
quickly stood up and called his. Telling his worried mother that her son
was safe and that I was giving him a lift home, she thanked me profusely
and even offered to meet us half way, which I declined.

"Come on, Benjy. Let's get you home. "

I opened the passenger side of the car and he reluctantly sat down looking
at nothing in particular.

I got in on the opposing side and turned the key in the ignition, driving
off in the direction of his home.

The entire way there he didn't say a single word. I was seriously worried
that there was more to his demeanour that had met the eye. For God's sake,
there was a reason why a kid his age looked like he did and refused to
talk!

As we pulled into his street, I decided to do something, completely of
character and what perhaps I shouldn't have had. I stopped the car about
two houses from his own home and turned towards him.

"Benjy?"

His eyes flickered over towards me.

"Buddy...tell me. What's wrong? Come on, mate, me and you, we've always
been close, haven't we? You know you can tell me anything?"

For the first time since I had found him that night, he showed me any kind
of interest. He turned towards me as well, slowly at that, and I saw his
eyes swimming full of unshed tears.

"Mate..." I whispered, not even thinking twice as I pulled him towards me.

I held that fourteen year old little stud in my arms as he cried his eyes
out.

As much as the sound of his laughter was warming my heart only weeks ago,
the sounds of his boyish sobs broke it. His shoulders was shuddering under
my touch.

I ran my fingers through this clean brown hair, and suddenly, unexpectedly,
he looked up.

My lips was literally centimetres away from his.

With my fingers, the same ones that had been caressing his hair just
seconds before, I reached forward and gently wiped his tears from his eyes.

He blinked. Twice.

And then...mother of god...after a hard swallow, he leaned upwards and
kissed me.

Shocked, more than anything, I didn't immediately respond, simply because
it didn't seem real and it didn't seem like it was really happening.

Feeling his lips on mine for more than a few seconds jolted me back into
life. I cupped his beautiful face in his hand, caressing his childlike
cheek.

"I wanted to do that all night...I can't help it..." he finally utter the
words that made me tear up myself.

"Why didn't you ...?" I whispered back, laughing sadly as I knew that doing
this in front of others was sheer impossible.

"You're my teacher. I thought you would hate me if you knew. The other
boys...they bully me all the time. I have like, no friends. My mom tries
her best but she won't understand if I try and tell her I have a crush on
my teacher..."

I kissed the top of his head and he cuddled his hesd inside my chest one
more time.

I didn't even care that my expensive suit was now drenched in egg mixture.

I did eventually return him safely home, and from there on, our
relationship seemed to blossom. He was now a happy little boy at school,
and at his swimming lessons, even more. He was still bullied relentlessly,
and I made sure that was put to a sudden stop, more than once. I gave out
detention like it was sweets.

He would spend recess and breaks inside my class, I really thought this was
it...Crazy as it sounded...we fit each other so well. It was hard to think
it wouldn't, couldn't damn well last forever.

However, when he turned seventeen and I was twenty-five at the time, we
both knew that he had to eventually leave for college.

Sadly, we both had out grown the other at that point, although in the love
and mutual respect we still had for each other, we never admitted it. Until
I couldn't live a lie any longer, and I had seen the way he had started to
look at...girls.

He was starting to change his life drastically and admitted to me that he
was finding girls more attractive. Suppose he was bisexual, to be honest. I
just...never ever saw that side of him.

In my own defence, I had gotten together with another of my students...the
very same fucker that had called me at the beginning of the
chapter...Dylan.

I am SUCH bad judge of character, I'd tell you that!

Didn't see the end of me and Benjy coming for jack shit and I didn't
realise that Dylan was in reality a little rich ass brat who didn't wanna
take no for an answer.

I was now twenty-nine as stated and Dylan was seventeen. He called me at
least six times a day when we didn't see each other at school. He had
photos...god...and videos that he has been threatening to use against me if
I dare leave him or refuse to see him.

Little bastard was blackmailing me and he knew I couldn't do anything to
him in retaliation.

He had the evidence. He had footage that not could, but WOULD end my career
as a high school teacher. I kinda hoped since the last year or so, that he
would meet someone his own age and forget about me...alas, no such luck.

Like my mother had always said...I made my bed and now I had to sleep in
it.

Once more, quite literally.

**

I was still a good fifteen or so minutes away from Kayla's farm.

Fuck! It was dark as a skunk outside. I had the car lights on though, but
there was just something about driving at night that scared the bejesus out
of me.

Especially in the middle of no where with only a GPS as my guide.

I should really call Kayla and tell her not to worry about me, because I
know her and I knew she would be in a tizz by now. I was late by a good
forty-five minutes. And with me being a diabetic, even more so.

My phone was still inside my jacket pocket. Keeping my eyes on the road,
and seeing no other hazard lights in the near distance or around me, I was
quite confidant that I was alone on the road.

I finally had a good grip on my phone as I kept my right palm firmly on the
wheel. With my left, I scrolled to my recent calls and dialled Kayla's
number.

"Hey Speedy! Are you okay? You should have been here ages ago!" Kayla said
in jolly tone as she answered after the third ring.

"Hey Spidey...I'm gonna be a little late but I'm nearly there. My GPS is
usually very accurate. Hope there's some food and drinks there? I'm
famished as hell."

"I made homemade pizzas, babe."

My stomach actually rumbled.

"Fuck! Keep them warm, I'll be there soon okay? Is Seb asleep already?"

"What? It's only after eight! There is no chance of that happening!"

"Sorry...in my mind he's still this nine year old little scamp...haven't
seen him in three years, remember!"

"You won't recognise him, Speedy. So, live up to your nickname and fucking
get here!"

"Swearing in front of your son...classic, Spidey."

"Nothing the little shit hasn't heard before! Get here! And in one piece!"
Kayla laughed before ending the call.

**

She was right...I hadn't seen her or Seb in three long years.

I bet she still looks the same, all thin, skinny and then to one, super
muscled for always working her ass off.

Seb though...he had to be twelve at this moment. Wonder if he would still
remember me, his mom's best friend.

I only took my eyes off the road for a split second to place my phone down
on the passenger seat...

...when I heard a solid clunk at the front of my car.

I stopped with a terrible squeak of my tyres and my breaks was working
sheer overtime.

I sat in there with my heart beating at a furious pace.

I hit something...someone...I just knew it. Had to be.

It couldn't have been another car surely, could it? Surely I would have
seen it?

I unbuckled my seat belt and carefully opened the car door. In the lights
of the car hazard, I saw a figure lying still as shit on the side of the
road.

My whole body ran icy cold. I...oh god...I actually might have killed
something...someone?

With shaking hands and a heavy heart, I walked over to the still figure on
the tarred road. No wonder I didn't see them...it was pitch dark outside
with no street lights for some distance.

I ran back to the car and grabbed my phone and turned on the torch
option. Jogging back to the road, I shone the phone's camera light onto the
figure.

FUCK! It was a kid!

Couldn't be older than eleven or twelve! Fucking hell, what have I done?

I knelt down and kept the torch on him. He was Caucasian, and he was
wearing very little.

A tank top complete with dirty boxers. That was it. His hair was a maze of
dirty clumps of soil and dirt. His eyes was tightly shut and his mouth was
half open. For all the world he looked soundly asleep.

"Holy shit...holy SHIT! What do I do now? Is he dead? God..." I hissed to
myself and leaned down to feel his pulse. First aid was second nature to me
as a school teacher.

THANK YOU GOD! He's alive!

There was no hospital around here for miles ...only thing I could think of
then, in my panicked state, was to get him to Kayla's farm as soon as
possible. She'll know what to do and she knows the area much better than
me.

With the grace of a ninja, I gently picked the boy up in my arms and
carried him towards my car.

I opened the back seat door and carefully placed him inside. He was still
relatively tall, even if he was a tender age. Once all his tired limbs were
inside, I closed the door and got ready to get inside my car ...

...when I heard it...

"IDIOTS! HE COULDN'T HAVE JUST VANISHED! FIND HIM! NOW! SPREAD OUT!"

Jesus.

I opened my car door and closed it shut. I switched off my car lights as
well.

 I had to get outta here and fucking fast.

I turned on the ignition and sped off as fast as I could. If there was
speed cameras around here in the middle of no where, I didn't give a damn
about them. I had to get this beautiful young boy away from here.

Those voices...I shuddered as their words ran through me for a second
time. I didn't even wanna think what would happen if they followed me.

I was driving pure on instinct now with having no lights on. My GPS was
doing all the work and I had to hope to God I didn't hit something again. I
couldn't take the chance in switching my lights on. Not with the precious
cargo inside the back of my car and what had happened with those men
shouting.

Finally, after what had to be a solid ten minutes of driving a one way
gravel road, I finally saw some lights in the foreground.

Civilization. Low and behold! A huge sign was dazzled on the left turn
clearly stating, this was Kayla's ranch, aa she had described it.

I turned left, before finally switching on my car lights, and finally
seeing where I was going. The short drive up to the main house was pleasant
and reassuring. I was safe and so was the boy I had rescued...after I had
hit him in the first place...urgh...

I stopped at the main house clearing, with a rather good looking boy
jumping up and down, clearly shouting something to someone inside the
house.

I got out of my car just as Kayla made her appearance.

Three years of missing her, chatting over the phone, and Skyping each other
was never gonna work for us, as close as we have been all our lives.

I ran towards her and grabbed her in a full on embrace. She in turn,
laughed and cried at the same time, as we caressed each other's backs and
held us close.

"It's so good to see you!" Kayla whispered as she finally pulled back from
the hug and held my face in both her hands.

"Ditto, Spidey!" I smirked back before hugging her one more time.

As the gorgeous little boy I had seen during my arrival was standing ever
closer to my car, on the verge of looking inside, I suddenly remembered the
urgency which I had gotten here with in the first place.

"Spidey...just say yes or no...is that your son? Is that Seb?" I whispered
softly so only she could hear.

"Yeah that's him. What's with the whispering?" Kayla asked as she had a
frown on her face.

"Look, trust me. Trust me. Send him inside. Kayla, please. Just send him
inside."

Kayla had a funny look on her face but she turned around anyway, and walked
towards Seb in quick strides.

"Hon, go and make Uncle Ryan a nice cup of coffee, please?"

"Moooom...I wanna check out his car ..."

"Seb! I'm not gonna ask you again!"

It was indeed a sulky pre teenager that as walking back to the house. Feet
stomping everywhere. Bless.

"Kayla...listen. I hit someone as I was coming here. He is in the back of
my car. I was so freaked out, I didn't know what to do!"

Kayla immediately gained a hardened look in her earthy brown eyes and held
out her hand.

"Keys."

I obliged.

Opening up the back door, she immediately felt for a pulse on the kid, who
was still,out like a light.

Or the first time, I also sensed an awful smell coming from him, and of
course now it was filling up my locked car, and rapidly.

"He's alive. His pulse is strong. He can't stay here, though. You carry him
inside, and I'll tell Seb what's going on. You couldn't have hit him that
hard, Speedy. Relax now."

Amazing what three years can do.

The Kayla that was abused by her husband, never would have been as
confidant and as calm as this. That Kayla was an emotional mess. This, was
a fierce woman who had survived many hardships, and it clearly showed.

I carefully dragged the boy out of my car and held him gently in my arms. I
made sure that his head was secured tightly inside the crook of my arm,
with his skinny legs hanging over my other arm.

In the bright lights of the main house, I finally got a good look at
him...my god...my heart and my penis, for that matter, surged...he was the
most beautiful teenager I had ever seen!

I mean...seeing him in my arms...so vulnerable and weak...making me
remember that it was ME that did this...

I didn't tell Kayla that there were, seemingly, a couple of men that was
after him.

Who else could they have been screaming about?

God forbid...what did they do to him?

He somehow must have escaped from them and ran out onto the road...at the
exact moment I was happening to drive past.

Kayla came out and showed a reassuring hand to me, signalling me to come
inside.

Between twelve year old Seb and this abused boy, I was quite literally in
boy heaven right now...

Ryan, focus.

In pure little boy fashion, Seb just had to pull a face and hold his nose
with two of his fingers as I carried the kid past him. Kayla must have told
him what was going on, since he didn't seem shocked or even scared.

Kayla lead us into the spare room that she made up for me. There were two
beds inside. One was made up and welcoming, the other she had just gotten
ready, it seemed.

"That one, Speedy," she said as she got out of the way and I placed the
precious bundle of life onto the soft bed.

"Don't worry about the smell for now, you can sleep with me tonight. You're
gay, so I'll be safe," Kayla smiled affectionately at me.

"Whatever. Shouldn't we call the police though? Or even an ambulance?" I
asked, still feeling guilty for running him over.

Kayla placed her hand upon the boy's forehead and then onto his cheeks.

"He doesn't have a fever. But whoever this is...no offence, Speedy...but I
think you might have done him a favour in knocking him over. He's been
through much. Look at him. Fuck...this is like Robert all over again..."

I placed my arm around Kayla and hugged her to me.

"I'm sorry. Not the way we wanted the weekend to kick off, did we?"

"You're finally here, and that's all that counts. Come on, those pizzas are
getting cold. I'm gonna make this young man here, a nice warm bowl of
chicken soup for when he wakes up."

I love you, Spidey.

**

As we finished eating, I checked in on the boy again.

He was still out like a light, but after begging Kayla to, again, feel his
pulse and check his fever, she assured me, he was simply knocked out. And
in no apparent danger. His chest was gently heaving up and down as he
slept.

"What happened to you?" I whispered, gently touching his cheek with the tip
of my finger.

Seb came running in, with a glass over warm milk.

"Mom said to drink this. Something about shock and nerves. Is he awake?"

"Does it look like it?"

"No need to be nasty," Seb sulked.

I knelt down placing the milk on the bedside table.

"I could never be nasty to you. You okay, Slugger? How's school?" I asked
the boy I helped change as a baby, and whom I had known his whole life.

"Fine, school's boring as usual. You look different from what I
remember..." Seb said, scratching his hair.

"It's been three years! I can still remember when you and your mom came to
live with us after your dad ...you know. Do you guys ever hear from him?"

Seb shook his head, his dashing blue eyes cast down on the floor.

"All my friends are doing stuff with their dads every weekend and then they
invite me along. When I'm there, I see how much fun they have and then I'm
like...why can't that be me. You understand, don't you Uncle Ryan?"

I grabbed his arm gently and pulled Seb into a big hug.

I held him tightly against me. He was much bigger and much more ...shall I
say...muscled...than the last time I had done this.

Ryan...it's Seb. Kayla's kid.

Stop this. Now.

**

"Urgh...oow..."

The sound coming from the bed startled both me and Seb. I turned sound and
saw thay the boy was starting to wake up.

"Get you mom!" I hissed towards Seb and he immediately sped off.

I stood over the boy, who struggled to open his eyes. I knelt down next to
him so my own face was level with his.

"Hey...hey...sshhh...don't try and speak. You're okay. You're safe."

The boy tried to sit up, got a glazed look in his eyes, clearly not being
the best idea, and sunk back down.

"Calm down, mate! You're safe! I promise you are!"

His eyes were tightly closef and his chest was heaving rapidly.

"Home...home...wanna go home ..."

"I promise we'll sort everything out tomorrow. For now, get some
rest. You're okay! Look at me. Mate...look at me..."

His eyes stopped rolling around the room, and they finally rested on to
mine.

It seemed like he was scared beyond belief, but in the same equation,
getting up was giving him much too much pain.

Catch 22.

Nevertheless, I now had his attention whether he wanted it or not.

"My name is Ryan. I accidently hit you with my car. You were running away
from...well, some nasty men. Am I right?"

Silence.

Then slowly...a slight nod, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Did they ...did they do...stuff to you?"

Another pause, before a gentle, childlike nod.

Bastards. Damn, those bastards. What this handsome boy had to have gone
through...

"You're safe now. And tomorrow, we'll get you back to your parents. I
promise. Want some warm chicken soup? You need to eat, mate."

His lips seemed dry, parched. Pretty much like the rest of him.

As I got up and Kayla sat next to him and started to feed him spoonful's of
soup, he ate like a hungry lion cub would a piece of raw meat.

When was the last time he ate? Fuck sake. Why do this to a young boy? I can
NEVER understand it!

I had to get a shower. I suddenly felt like I had to wash something evil
off me.

**

I didn't knock as I entered the bathroom. I didn't feel as if I needed to.

How was I supposed to know Seb was busy getting undressed?

Thank God he didn't see me, as his shirt was over his head. I quickly
closed the door and walked away.

His beautiful boy body...his little pert nipples...his miniature VPL that
was more than evident in his boxer shorts...

Down boy...down.

Oh my good Lord.

This was gonna be a long ass weekend.

**

"Hey mate...you okay?" I whispered as Kayla had finished feeding the poor
boy.

His beautiful eyes caught mine, and my heart lurched.

"I wanna...wanna go home..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Tomorrow, mate. It's too late now. You need to rest."

Kayla stood up and took the now empty bowl of soup out of the room, winking
at me as she did, and finally, we were alone.

"You're...you're not gonna hurt me?" came the upsetting question.

"Never! Mate...I gotta ask...what happened? How did you end up in the
middle of no where? Does your parents know where you are? Did you run away?
Were you...kidnapped? Mate, if we go to the cops tomorrow, this is what
they are gonna ask you."

As he looked down towards the duvet, his lips started to quiver.

That was enough for now. He had to be exhausted.

"Okay, look, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Tomorrow,
we'll take you to the police station and they'll take it from there. Okay?
Is that okay?"

He finally nodded, and sniffed a few times.

"Hey...do you have a name?" I gently prodded.

He looked up at me and wiped his nose.

God...was it possible for a kid to be this handsome?

"Skyler..." he whispered, softly.

**



THANKS FOR READING!!

Setting the scene as usual at Chapter one lol.

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